recovery.
so... ummm... ya.
saturday i got obliterated.
ooopsie.
i didn't really mean to... but the vodka was going down like water... and the next thing i knew if was 3:30am and i'm sure i was saying stupid things.
it's okay... happens all the time. right?
here's the problem.
i totally forgot that sunday morning i had to go downtown to meet my great uncle and aunts for breakfast.
so at 7:30am my mom called. 8 times before i actually mustered up the strength to pick up the phone.
i was, without a doubt still totally drunk.
by some miracle i got up and into the shower.
i got dressed (and by "dressed", i mean yoga pants and a hoodie) and my mom picked me up at 8am.
we stopped for coffee (and water and a green juice) and met them downtown at 8:30am
it was rough.
somehow i managed to eat some breakfast... and then we went to stanley park and did some sightseeing before dropping them off at their hotel.
i barely made it.
by the time my mom dropped me off at home at 11:30am, i felt like a bag of assholes.
slept until 3 or 4pm and felt a bit better, but basically the whole day yesterday was a write-off.
didn't eat much and didn't sit upright much.
thankfully we have a tv in the bedroom, so i just laid down and watched olympics all day.
it really was one of those days that makes me use the phrase "i'm never drinking again."
ugh.
anyways.
i am in the home stretch now for this wedding reception.
5 days away.
i can not wait for it to be over.
saturday i got obliterated.
ooopsie.
i didn't really mean to... but the vodka was going down like water... and the next thing i knew if was 3:30am and i'm sure i was saying stupid things.
it's okay... happens all the time. right?
here's the problem.
i totally forgot that sunday morning i had to go downtown to meet my great uncle and aunts for breakfast.
so at 7:30am my mom called. 8 times before i actually mustered up the strength to pick up the phone.
i was, without a doubt still totally drunk.
by some miracle i got up and into the shower.
i got dressed (and by "dressed", i mean yoga pants and a hoodie) and my mom picked me up at 8am.
we stopped for coffee (and water and a green juice) and met them downtown at 8:30am
it was rough.
somehow i managed to eat some breakfast... and then we went to stanley park and did some sightseeing before dropping them off at their hotel.
i barely made it.
by the time my mom dropped me off at home at 11:30am, i felt like a bag of assholes.
slept until 3 or 4pm and felt a bit better, but basically the whole day yesterday was a write-off.
didn't eat much and didn't sit upright much.
thankfully we have a tv in the bedroom, so i just laid down and watched olympics all day.
it really was one of those days that makes me use the phrase "i'm never drinking again."
ugh.
anyways.
i am in the home stretch now for this wedding reception.
5 days away.
i can not wait for it to be over.
Posted by vancityrockgirl at 8/11/2008 11:16 AM and is filed under confessions of a confessaholic,booze and drugs 
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